Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Nico,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.